“DON’T MESS WITH MY BROTHER!” These are the words that I hear being screamed across the campground from Ainsley. I go over to find out what’s going on and I see Ainsley standing on the picnic table with her hands on her hips yelling at two very large boys (about 14 or 15 years old). I asked her if everything is ok.
She says, “Yes. Why do you ask?”
I say, ” I heard you screaming from the other side of the campground.”
She smiles and says, ” Oh. These boys were saying mean things about Ben. But don’t worry . . . I got this.” The boys next to her start apologizing saying that they didn’t realize that he was her brother and that they didn’t mean anything by it. I step back, realizing that Ainsley has everything under control, and smile because I am a proud mama!
The Puddles 
Go Ainsley!! Go Ainsley!!! (this was supposed to be a cheer). I’ve always said I want that girl on my side!